Polkadot Cadaver
Polkadot Cadaver - Bring Me The Head Of Andy Warhol songtekst
Je score:
This is beginning to feel just like a competition I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing Snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway And you freeze like a pale mannequin, I think you like what you see The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush Malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game Postmortem penetration Rigor mortis sets the scene Maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline In a city full of rats all feeding on the narcissism I lit the match, I lit the fire, That burned your Hollywood to the ground Burn it all down! IV drippin' like cocaine down the back of your throat Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go Street-walkin', night-stalkin' cold-blooded killer There's a murder in the rue morgue a polkadot cadaver Bring me the head of Andy Warhol (x2) Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion You have not even seen the last of me What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull Are you happy now? You're finally the talk of the town Searchlights in the sky Your flame won't turn this blood into wine Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow, Penetrate you like it's your birthday, Playtime for children in the graveyard You have not even seen the last of me What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep The best rehabs are all in California Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden... Can you dig it? I've come here to eat your heart out Slit your throat and fuck your brains out Keep your voice down or you'll wake the neigh-neigh-neighbors Now we're starting to get somewhere If LSD was as popular as cocaine I wouldn't drive a De Lorean Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep The best rehabs are all in California Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden... Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow, Penetrate you like it's your birthday, Playtime for children in the graveyard What do you want me to say? I wouldn't have it any other way One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull